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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.