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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.