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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.