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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Smoke,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
the Germs,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.