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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.