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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.