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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.