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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.