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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.