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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Cameo,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.