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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
10cc,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.