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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.