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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.