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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.