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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.