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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.