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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.