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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.