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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.