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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.