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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.