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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.