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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.