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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.