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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
AZ,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.