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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.