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 Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.