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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Wake,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.