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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.