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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.