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 Austria and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Nas,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.