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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.