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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.