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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.