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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.