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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Technova,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.