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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.