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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.