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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.