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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
June Days,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.