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 Italy and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.