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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.