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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.