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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.