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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
UT,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.