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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.