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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Swans,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.