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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.