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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.