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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.