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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.