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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.