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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.