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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Wings,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.