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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.