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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.