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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.