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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.