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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Index,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.