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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.