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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.