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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.