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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.