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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.