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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.