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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Slave,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.