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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.