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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.