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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.