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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.