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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.