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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.