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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.