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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.