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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.