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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.