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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.