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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.