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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.