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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.