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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.