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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.