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 India and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.