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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.