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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.