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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Nico,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.