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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Wire,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.