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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.