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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.