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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.