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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.