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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.