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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.