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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.