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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.