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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.