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 Kazakhstan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.