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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.