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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.