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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.