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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
ABC,
The Fall,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.