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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.