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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.