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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.