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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.