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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.