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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Jandek,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.