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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.