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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Skriet,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.