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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.