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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.