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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 organ 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.