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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Wire,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.