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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.