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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.