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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Q65,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.