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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.