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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.