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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.