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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nas,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.