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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.