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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.