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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Nas,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.