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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.