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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.