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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.