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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.