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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Swans,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.