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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.