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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.