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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.