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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.