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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Happenings to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.