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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.