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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.