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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Pop Group to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.