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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
CMW,
AZ,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.