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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.