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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.