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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.