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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.