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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.