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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.