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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.