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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.