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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Hoover,
Crime,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.