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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Ronan,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.