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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.