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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.