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 Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Young Rascals to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.