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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
X-101,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.