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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.