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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Model 500,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.