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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.