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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.