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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Can,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.