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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.