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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.