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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.