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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.