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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Kayak,
UT,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.