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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.