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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.