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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.