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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.