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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.