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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Qualms,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.