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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.