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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.