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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.