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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.