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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.