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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.