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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.