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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.