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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.