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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
the Association,
X-101,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.