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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.