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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
X-102,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.