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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.