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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.