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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
the Association,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.