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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.