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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.