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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
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.