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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Quadrant 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.