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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.