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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.