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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.