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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.