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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.