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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.