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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.