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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Scion to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.