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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.