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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.