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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.