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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.