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 Austria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.