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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.