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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
the Slits,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.