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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Nas,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.