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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.