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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.