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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.