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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Franke,
Ituana,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.