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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.