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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Chrome,
UT,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.