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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.