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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.