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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.