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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.