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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Cameo,
the Association,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.