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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.