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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.