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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Germs to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.