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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.