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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.