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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.