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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.