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 China and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.