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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Index,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Jandek,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.