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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.