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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
UT,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.