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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.