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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.