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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Smog,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.