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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.