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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Q65,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.