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 China and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Swans,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.