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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.