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 Turkey 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.