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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Unwound,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.