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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.