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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.