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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.