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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.