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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.