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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.