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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.