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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.