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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.