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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.