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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Move 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.