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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Liliput,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.