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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.