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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Normal to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Count Five,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.