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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.