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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.