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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.