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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Monolake,
The Move,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.