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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.