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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.