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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 kango's stein massive 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.