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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.