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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Television,
Monks,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.