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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.