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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers 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?
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.