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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.