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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.