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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.