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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Brick,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.