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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.