Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
the Association,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.