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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.