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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.