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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Josef K,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.