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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
MDC,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Can,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.