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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.