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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.