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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Slave,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.