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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.