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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.