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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.