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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.