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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.