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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.