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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Wire,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Smog,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.