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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.