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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.