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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.