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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.