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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.