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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.