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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Pole,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.