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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.