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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.