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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.