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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.