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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.