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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.