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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Audionom,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.