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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.