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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.