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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.