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 France and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.