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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.