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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.