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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.