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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.