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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.