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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Symarip,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.