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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.