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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.