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 Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.