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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.