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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.