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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.