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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
This Heat,
Organ,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.