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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.