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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Names,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.