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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Scion,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.