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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.