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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.