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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Names 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.