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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.