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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.