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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.