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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.