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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.