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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.