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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Flipper,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.