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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.