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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Scan 7,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.