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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.