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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
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You don't know what you really want.