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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.