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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Japan to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.