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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Evens,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.