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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.