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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Joy Division,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Monks,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.