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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.