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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.