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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.