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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.