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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.