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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.