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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.