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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Organ,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.