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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.