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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Quantec,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.