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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.