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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.