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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.