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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.