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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.