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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.