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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.