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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.