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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.