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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.