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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.