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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.