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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.