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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.