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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Suicide,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.