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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.