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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.