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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.