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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.