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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.