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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes 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 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.