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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.