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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.