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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.