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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
ABBA,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.