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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.