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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.