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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.