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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Index,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.