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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.