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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.