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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.