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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.