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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.