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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.