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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.