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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.