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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.