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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.