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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.