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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
DNA,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.