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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
UT,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.