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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.