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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.