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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.