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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.