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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.