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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Mars,
the Human League,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.