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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.