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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.