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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.