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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
UT,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.