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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.