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 Italy 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania 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.