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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.