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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.