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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.