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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.