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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.