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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Slits,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.