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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.