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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.