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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.