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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.