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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Franke,
Quadrant,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.