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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.