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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.