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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.