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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.