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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.