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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
X-102,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.