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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.