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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.