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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.