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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Association,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Skriet,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.