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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.