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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Names to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.