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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.