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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.