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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.