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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.