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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.