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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
UT,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.