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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.