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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.