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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.