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 Japan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.