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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.