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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.