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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.