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 Swaziland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s 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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.