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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.