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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.