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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Monks,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.