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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.