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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.