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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.