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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Motions 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.