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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Ten City,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.