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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.