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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Can,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.