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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.