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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.