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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.