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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.