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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.