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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.