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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.