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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.