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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 David Bowie 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.