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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
UT,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.