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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.