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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the disco 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Excepter,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.