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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
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.