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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.