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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.