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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.