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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.