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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.