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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.