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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Cymande,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.