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 Georgia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.