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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.