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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
MDC,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.