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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.