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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.