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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.