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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.