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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.