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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.