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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.