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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.