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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.