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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Smog,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Television,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.