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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.