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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.