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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
UT,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
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.