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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.