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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.