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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Brick,
MDC,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.