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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Smog,
June Days,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.