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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.