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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Mars,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.