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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.