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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Cure,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.