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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.