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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.