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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.