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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
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.