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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Television,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.