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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.