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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.