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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.