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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.