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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Residents 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.