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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Wings,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.