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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.