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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.