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 France and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.