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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.