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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.