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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Nas,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.