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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.