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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.