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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
World's Most,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.