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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
MDC,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.