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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.