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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Index,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Television,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.