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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.