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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.