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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.